Disclaimer: I wish I owned but I don't I wish I was that talented and a billionaire but I'm not
Steph was sitting at the mahogany desk in a nice English country style room in the cottage where her team were staying. Obviously her team weren't staying all in the same cottage, but they were just next door. She wasn't sure where in the country it was or which country but she had a strong feeling it was England. She was almost positive that if she asked it would probably be confidential.
They were told they were relatively near the quidditch pitch they would be playing Bulgaria at. Right now she was writing a letter to Rhiannon and her other best friend Kate who was on a magical tour of Europe ending up in England to see the finals.
She had escaped barely from their intense training schedule. Basically if you made one mistake you had to do ten laps round the pitch, running. Five times a week from 8.00a.m. to 1.00p.m. if not later depending on how the captain felt. There are seven people as per usual on a quidditch team they also had the reserves in case anything happened. On the team two beaters called Paul Otai and John Paora our very own captain. Then there was the keeper Gerard Smith and might I say an extraordinary keeper at that, there's the chasers next Tegan Spence, Jake Horton and Ryan Hart. Then of coarse there's me the seeker. Other then Gerard who's 19 I'm the only teenager on the team that's why me and Gerard are good friends as we call ourselves quidditch buddies. Wer're tight.
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"Steph come down to practice" Gerard shouted "we're waiting for you" he called from the field like area that we practiced in out back
Steph looked out the window too see three of her team mates waiting for her.
"We're having a game against out reserves come on down" shouted Tegan.
I quickly apperated down to the pitch with my broom, a new custom made one made especially for me in American, paid for by my dad.
"I'm ready" I smiled
We all hopped on our brooms and started playing but after about ten minutes of fun and joking round, the snitch caught the corner of my eye. Only to find as soon as my hand had gripped around it a bludger was coming my way. I started doing a backwards flip but was a bit to late. The end half of my broom was no more and it was meant to be a safe game too. That means no hitting people or as our couch would say 'no injures before a game or I will kill you.
"Bloody hell" I shouted kind of peeved as I landed on the ground luckily not far from it.
Looking at who had hit it, who else but the near hopeless tactics of our 2nd reserve beater, Edward. Who only got in the team because of parents connections.
"Sorry" he said "I missed" everyone burst out laughing
"We're trying to have fun Eddie not whack out each others brains" said John "trust Edward to do that"
"So where the place to get brooms around here" I said laughing and held up my stick, well at least half of it.
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Steph stood in front of a large grotty looking pub with a hanging sign saying the Leaky Caldron. She looked at the little piece of paper the hotel owner had given her. She had asked where she could get a training broom until her new was ready and imported to England.
"Yes it appears it is" she said to herself 'but how do I get to the stores, It's much more strait forward in New Zealand. There its right in front of everybody eyes. Everyone except muggles'
She entered the loud noisy ruckus of laughing and other noises which strangely enough seemed to be mostly be coming from a group largely consumed by red heads. I proceeded to try and find someone who can help while attempting not to get pushed over on the way there. I walked up to one of the red headed boys and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me can you help me? I'm looking for..." I looked at the paper "Diagon Ally" I had obviously said it wrong because he let out a small chuckle.
"Just out this way young lady" he said holding out his hand "watch your step and tap twice" but he had a dreamy look on his face while trying to figure out who it reminded him of. (A/N/ remember she's small and delicate with chocolate brown hair)
I followed him there and tapped twice with my wand, much to my surprise the wall started to reveal a magnificent ally very big and very grand much bigger then back home.
"Would you like me to accompany this young lady to wherever she may wish to go?" he said dramatically in a posh English accent. I could I was going to like this guy.
'Lets see got ma money' I thought to myself I scanned the ally for what looked like a quidditch shop. Then decided to ask "hey, where's the quidditch shop?"
'I didn't expect you to be into quidditch" he said genuinely surprised "where are you from anyway?"
"By the way I love quidditch and could whip your ass anytime. I'm from New Zealand. By the way my name's Steph
"I'm Fred"
"I think I like this place already" I said smiling as she looked at the shop full of brooms, polishing kits, and guide books about everything to do with quidditch. I slowly walked in with Fred, and rushed over to look at the quidditch related material.
I turned around and exclaimed "bloody hell! I'm seeing doubles" two Ginger head boys stood there with identical grins on their faces.
"So am I" said the unnamed twin as he indicated to a New Zealand team poster with Steph's head slightly bigger then the rest of the team and right in the middle. Other posters such as an England one, a Bulgarian one and a South African one were side by side. It was clearly a world cup display.
"That's kinda embarrassing" I said examining the poster, not liking it at all
"Fraternizing with the enemy, are you?" said Fred
"It seems so." Giving them a chucky smile, suddenly I looked at my watch and screamed "I'm late"
"What's the fastest broom you have right now?" I basically screamed at them.
"Firebolt 360" they replied (A/N/ Not very creative aye?).
"Good" I protruded my large bag of coins and ordered one at the counter. Quickly paid and left the shop running, not looking where I was going and often when you do that in a crowed area you run into someone which I did.Top of FormBottom of Form
